Friday, February 12, 2010

Eddie Shapiro came out of the sales meeting with a grin on his face.Young, fast thinking, fast talking, he headed up a sales team in homesecurity devices that was doing very well indeed. But some extraincentive for the team was always useful and he thought he knew justhow to provide it.

The three other guys coming out of the room lingered for a moment atthe reception desk, joking with Anne-Marie. The reason for herpopularity had something to do with the fact she was a good lookinggirl; it had a lot more to do with her natural resources. Althoughtall and slender she was remarkably well endowed with huge boobs thatquivered at every move she made: there was certainly no doubt aboutthe quivers of male excitement they generated at every swing andbounce. Ever since she'd arrived as a temporary receptionist thegossip at the sales meetings had been all about Anne-Marie. Generallyalong two themes: how active a sex life she led and whether or not shehad more silicon in her than an Intel storeroom.

Eddie waited until the other guys had finally gone before putting onhis well practiced smile as he stopped at the reception desk himself.

"I hear you're leaving us today, Anne-Marie, and after being here onlytwo weeks."

She gave him a cheerful smile in return from a generous mouth in awell tanned face. She wore her hair in a long pony tail style thatmade her appearance a lot younger than her real age, which was perhapsa tad over thirty. To Eddie she always looked as if she'd come off theset of an old Beach Boy's movie, and the thought of peeling her out ofa one-piece swimming costume was one of the constant themes in hismost intense fantasies about her.

"That's right. I'm sorry to be going but I'm leaving the cityaltogether."

"Yeah, I heard that as well". The story around the office was that shewas from some Mid-Western hicksville joint and going back home with akid from a recent divorce. He didn't know or care about that, it wasonly what happened this afternoon that mattered.

"I guess the boss would have liked to say goodbye but he had to go tothat big meeting today."

"Sure, I understand."

He could hardly drag his eyes up from the crisp white shirt she waswearing where the lacy top of her bra cups were visible through thethin material. They strained against her row of shirt buttons likevirgin Alpine peaks ready to break out in a uncontrollable avalancheas soon as things warmed up enough.

Eddie restrained an urge to groan and instead reached into his shirtpocket. He moved to the right and carefully spread a row of dollarbills on top of the marble counter. Exactly as he'd expected, her eyeswatched him with surprise as he laid the money down. Everything he'dplanned depended on keeping her looking towards him.

"Listen, Anne-Marie, since this is your last day and all, and thingsare pretty quiet around here just now, I was wondering if you'd liketo do me a favor. A big favor. . ." He grinned, "A couple of real bigfavors, to tell the truth."

Anne-Marie well knew the effect she had on men, even ones like Eddiethat were years younger than her. In fact, especially on men youngerthan herself. Ever since she'd been at the office she'd been expectingan offer like this. It was a disappointing one though - she'd creditedEddie with more class than just laying down a few dollars in front ofher.

"No, no, don't get the wrong idea here, Anne-Marie. What I'm talkingabout is helping me to motivate the guys in the team. I need somethingreally special to get them to work their butts off next week. OK, Iknow you won't be here but you could leave something behind that wouldsurely do the job."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's a simple deal and if you'll agree you can take this cash withyou as a separation bonus. What I'd like you to do is to go into themeeting room and lock the door behind you. Down at the other end ofthe room is a video camera on a stand that's hooked up to a TVmonitor. Go in there and put the video recorder under the monitor inrecord mode."

Anne-Marie was as puzzled as before: "And then what?"

"OK, I'll tell you the truth. There's been a lot of arguments amongthe guys about whether or not you've got some padding tucked away inyour bra cups to make your figure look so sensational. Now, myself, Ijust can't believe that anything that moves that well can be anythingbut the real thing. But two other guys on the sales team say I've gotto be wrong. Phil Trately is with me though - remember when yousqueezed past him in the corridor the other day? He swears he couldfeel that you're a genuine Dolly Parton. So what I'm saying is that ifI could offer the guy with the best sales figures next week a tape ofyou settling the argument for certain it would be a real incentive."

The receptionist tried to frown, then found she was smiling. Thiswasn't the most unusual request she'd ever had, but it was close toit, and very flattering. Were all these young studs really sofascinated by her figure?

"And how am I supposed to do that?" She was still smiling, thoughshaking her head against the implied suggestion.

"That's easy to work out, isn't it? Just strip off your shirt and brafor one minute and show the camera what's really there. That's all I'masking you to do."

She tried to look shocked: "Are you serious?"

"Of course I am. I can't get the guys to talk about their salesproblems now. All they want to do is to keep asking each other ifthey've seen the way you bounce around at every step. It's like abunch of Alaskan trappers sitting around swapping yarns about BigFoot. Well, I'm not interested in legends, I want to see the realproof on a video tape so there's nothing more to argue about. And whenthe guys know what I've got on the tape they'll be killing each otherto watch the action. So how about it?"

"You want me to go in there and take my clothes off in front of thecamera? Is that what you're asking me to do?" She looked at him withwide open eyes, then down at her front as if just noticing all theweight she was carrying around.

She wasn't refusing, she was just asking for some more sales work fromhim before finally agreeing. Every instinct was telling him he had adeal if he just kept working at it.

"Only the top half of your clothes, Anne-Marie. Just so we can scanour eyes over the broad acres and marvel at nature's bounty. Honestly,we'll all watch it in a quiet and respectful way, I promise you. Icertainly will."

She shook her head in amused reproof: "I just bet you will. And whenwill that be?"

"You can keep the tape until you finish work. But I can guarantee thattwo minutes afterwards I'll be in that meeting room watching it. Afterall I deserve a little sneak preview before I pay you, don't I?"

The woman felt now that she could see what was developing. All thistalk about the tape was just a ploy to break the ice, to make her moreagreeable to something else after work. Well, Anne-Marie had had a fewthoughts about Eddie Shapiro herself. He was tall and well built, asharp dresser and a smart guy obviously making a lot of money. And shewasn't all that excited about going back to her parent's home anyway,especially dragging Junior along with her.

OK, so it was true that Eddie was younger than her, but maybe thatcould be worked around. If he was trying to say she might play animportant role in his life, she ought to consider it. But she mustn'tmake herself look to cheap or eager. On the other hand, give him areal good show and he'd be screaming for a date. Turn him down flatand nothing would happen, and nothing was something she'd already gotplenty of right now.

"If I were to do it, the door would stay locked the whole time."

"No problem at all, no problem at all. You can lock it yourself andknow it's secure."

"How do I know that TV in there isn't connected up to another onearound here? I might be giving a show to everybody in the building."

"Why would I do anything for the rest of the building? And you knowthere's only one TV set in these offices. Check the cable, you'll seethere's only the one that connects the camera to the recorder and themonitor - everything's above board, Anne-Marie, I swear it."

"Eddie, I don't know about this. . ."

"We're the only ones here right now, the door will be locked andyou'll be picking up some useful cash. What's more you'll be helpingme out in a big way. Look, here's another forty bucks. Stand up rightnow and walk into that sales room and I'll give you this forty as adown payment. Come on, Anne-Marie, for me, please?"

She giggled, holding her hands up in front of her face as if tooembarrassed to let him see it. He rolled up the forty dollars, leanedforward and carefully slipped it into the top of her shirt: "Please .. ."

She made it seem she was giving in to his pleadings, not to the money:"OK, alright, just for you, just this once. But only as a favor toyou."

Eddie couldn't believe it, couldn't believe he'd sold her so easily.He fought to hide his triumph. "Great, great. Now go in there and slaythem, kid. Break a leg!"

Smiling ruefully, Anne-Marie came out from behind the reception desk.Matching her shirt was a black short skirt slit at the back halfway upher shapely thighs. Eddie led the way to the meeting room and held thedoor open for her.

"I appreciate this, Anne-Marie, I really do."

She stopped at the doorway: "But who's going to answer the phone anddeal with any visitors?"

"I will, of course. In you go. Oh, and there's a tube of body cream onthe table as well." He lifted up his hands and made circular motionswith them in front of his chest. "I thought maybe you'd like to rubsome of it around a little, just to have something to do. And to makethe show a little more interesting."

Anne-Marie couldn't help being amused at his nerve: "I'll have tothink about that." With a last faint smile still on her lips shefinally stepped inside the meeting room and shut the door.

Listening carefully, Eddie heard the lock on the other side clickshut. Taking a deep breath he wiped his damp palms and headed back tothe reception desk, opened the main door and called down the corridor:"Guys!"

"I've got her inside, but I've no idea if Joey managed to sneak intothe meeting room while I was talking to her. I didn't dare look inthat direction."

"We saw him go into the fire escape staircase ten minutes ago so heshould have had plenty of time to walk up and slip inside." Roscosaid. Like Phil and Eddie, he was a big guy, which was why he wasn'twith Joey hiding under the table in the meeting room. At least theyall hoped that was where Joey Cruven was.

"OK, if he is in there he should be able to let us in. Lock the outerdoor and take Anne-Marie's phone off the hook. We wouldn't want to bedisturbed once we've got her on her back."

The other two grunted in approval and quickly obeyed Eddie. Asfrustrated as a pack of starving wolves they prowled around theentrance to the meeting room, each one praying for good luck.

"Even if we catch her with her gear off, will we be able to get a feelof her tits?" Phil asked.

"He'll have to wait," Eddie reminded them. "When she's stripped offhe'll let us in. Then leave the talking to me."

Hardly had he closed his mouth than there was a sudden feminine squealof surprise and outrage from inside the room. The door swung open andthe salesmen burst into the room like a police drug squad, with Eddieslamming the door shut behind them and re-locking it. Only then did heturn around and examine the scene.

The big polished conference table in the middle had two guys on oneside of it, Phil and Roscoe. Joey was on the other side, grinning ateverybody in his triumph of sneaking out from under the table andopening the door. Marie-Anne had been facing the camera, about four orfive steps back, with a chair in front of her. Hanging on the back ofthe chair was a bra that seemed a lot smaller without her inside it.The receptionist had snatched up her shirt and was holding it betweenherself and the camera as she squinted back over her left shoulder atthe intruders.

Seeing her bared back with the bra line still patterned on the exposedskin made Eddie's pulse run even more quickly. He instantly movedforward, pushing past the other guys and grinning at the woman. It wasabsolutely vital that he should break her resistance before sherallied from the shock of the unexpected situation.

"Sorry about this, Anne-Marie, but I suddenly decided that it was thisweek that all the guys really needed motivating."

"You bastards!" she snapped, obviously as mad as hell.

"I was watching her from under the table," Joey gabbled. "I mean, Iwas watching the TV. She's huge, you guys, and she was greasing hernipples up and grinning at the camera like a total slut. Man, yougotta see what she has on offer."

"Oh, we will," Eddie said happily. "Believe me, honey, whatever youwere doing for yourself, we can do it better."

The sales guys were all grinning, getting closer every second asAnne-Marie stared them, humiliated and furious, with her mind spinningaround in circles. What could she do? There was only one door and noway of reaching it, so she was trapped between a twelve story windowand four horny young men with nothing to fend them off but anunbuttoned shirt. Swell!

"Come on, guys, you could get into trouble for this," she pleaded."Real trouble."

"What for?" Eddie asked with a cheerful smile. "You came in here andtook your shirt and bra off after I asked you to let the sales teamfeel your tits. That's my story anyway - hell, I've even got a videotape of you stripping off without anybody laying a finger on you.Never mind what you were doing to yourself afterwards when you gettingready for us. Still, that's not going to be as interesting as the restof the tape is going to be. They'll love it in Thirty Three, WarrenStreet, Redmont, Kansas."

Anne-Marie blanched as she realized that Eddie somehow knew herparent's address. In fear she moved her eyes back to the monitorscreen. Behind her on the screen were the guy's hungry faces withEddie closest, standing almost directly behind her. His hands cameonto the screen, gripping her upper arms.

"Listen, honey, one quick feel for each of us, that's all we want.That's not going to hurt you any, is it?" The hands slipped lower,down to her elbows, under the edges of her shirt. She hunched up andpushed backwards, trying to fend him off.

Eddie responded by dipping into his pocket and bringing out a smalland brightly colored aerosol can: "Anne-Marie, if you don't behave I'mgoing to spray this up underneath that shirt. It's anti-intruder dyeand once I do that it means you'll have a pair of purple boobs for thenext two months. It'd be kind of embarrassing to have to explain thataway to the old boyfriends back home, wouldn't it?"

His other hand was back where it had been before. Now it was slidingpast her elbow.

"Anne-Marie, I'm trying to talk to you but I'm not hearing much back.Do you want me to put this can away or not?"

He was stroking the bottom of her left breast, sliding his fingersaround onto the slippery area where she'd already spread the cream.She said: "Oh God. Put it away, please, Eddie. You lying, loathsomeasshole."

He did put the can away, but then gripped her ponytail and pulled ithard. "I don't like being talked to in that way. Say you're sorry,Anne-Marie."

He tugged the ponytail again, even harder this time, hard enough tomake her teeth rattle: "Say 'sorry', Anne-Marie, or it's the spray andthen that tape going to your folks' home. So what do you say now,honey?"

She knew a lot of things she wanted to say but dared not to: "I'msorry, Eddie. I'm sorry."

"That's a good girl." His other hand was also under her shirt now,both of them advancing onto what had become uncontested territory. Shecould see them on the monitor screen, like two alien life forms movingaround underneath the folds of the shirt she was still futilelyholding up. The screen also showed the other guy's jealous expressionsas Eddie kept on stroking her breasts until his fingers were lightlybrushing the tips of her nipples. She was red faced with embarrassmentat the knowledge that she was being used like a hooker in front of allthe guys. Eddie chuckled as if he was reading her mind, before hespoke softly into her ear.

"Anne-Marie, you can hold onto that shirt if you like, but you'restill going to finish up on top of that table butt naked while I screwyou in front of the guys."

She squealed softly in protest, against him and against his treachery,and then again because her own nipples were betraying her bystiffening to his touch. He laughed again, putting his palmsunderneath those obvious signs of her arousal and lifting them up sothey were clearly visible through the thin fabric.

"Look at these, guys, and just because I told her she was going to geta public fucking!"

Anne-Marie groaned helplessly at Eddie's taunts as his buddies watchedhim humiliate her. But what could she do against his blackmail and histight grip on her?

"Turn around and face the guys, there's a nice big girl."

The gloating was even more evident as he swung her round with a fewcrabbing steps, still keeping his position at her back as he turnedher like a partner in some kind of grotesque dance until she wasfacing into the room and the rest of the sales team. Under theirsmirks she tried to avoid their eyes by staring down at the carpet.There was a rich pattern of curling roses in it that seemed anunlikely pattern for an office floor covering and she wondered whyshe'd never noticed it before.

Eddie was speaking in hoarser tones now: "OK, I think what would befun right now would be for you guys to take her skirt off. How aboutthat, hey?"

There were eager male grunts of assent from the men as they moved inlike leopards pouncing on a fallen deer. Their hands unzipped andunbuttoned her clothing until she squealed in futile protest as theskirt slid down into an untidy heap on top of the roses.

"Well done, guys. I think you all deserve a feel for that. Joey, youopened the door, so you can be first in the queue."

Joey was eager, putting his hands up underneath the shirt and taking atight grip on her nipples in the spaces that Eddie's own handsallowed. Anne-Marie was bent forward from the waist, as the smallerguy positioned her to his satisfaction whilst other hands roamedaround and underneath her exposed panties. Surrounded and fondledeverywhere she twisted around in an unbreakable trap, blushing andmoaning.

"Jesus Christ, they're real alright," Joey said happily. "Christ, butI'm going to make them bounce around before I'm finished with her. Howabout we all take a look at them?"

"Anything you want," Eddie agreed. "Anne-Marie, I think it's time youlet that shirt go." He emphasized his words with sharp fingernailsthat sank deep into the soft flesh just behind her nipples.

He was clearly intent on her obeying him, so she did. She lowered theshirt, feeling the folds of the material sliding down along the topsof her breasts until they were fully exposed. She heard the menmuttering with fervent approval at what they saw.

"Fucking beautiful. . .", "Look at the size of those mother fuckers!"

Then Eddie put his hands underneath them and bounced her around intriumphant possession: "Come on you, guys, there's plenty foreverybody. Step right up and help yourselves."

The rest of the team gloated at the sight of the two offered upbreasts, each as big as a melon, tanned on top and white below,freckle speckled all round, trembling in their captivity and tippedwith large brown nipples showing Anne-Marie's anticipation about whatwas going to happen to her. Swooping down they grabbed as much astheir fingers could cover. But it was Phil and Joey who won the racefor a mouthful of tit. Their prisoner clutched the shirt between herhands, snorting like a young mare at the continuing and unrelentingassault of hands and mouths. It was both painful and exhilarating in away beyond anything that she'd ever imagined.

"Please. . . please. . . don't be so rough," she begged.

"Put her the table," Eddie ordered.

With their combined strength her feet hardly touched the carpet as shewas swept backwards until her thighs bumped against the edge of theconference table. She fell backwards, sitting on the polished wood foronly a second before Eddie grabbed her feet and lifted them up.

"Swing her around, across it - that's the way!"

The guys helped him spin her around, then forced their weight down onher until she was flat on her back, the nape of her neck resting onone edge of the table, her bottom perched precariously on the otherside. The boys were grinning down at her in delight, before Phil andJoey lowered themselves over her body and started fiercely suckling onher jutting nipples. She wailed again in protest at their roughness,yet at the same time dug her finger nails into one of the legs oneither side of her in tacit encouragement. As her head arched back anddown over the side of the table she saw the room behind her from aninverted angle, with Eddie a pace or two away ripping off his clothes.

Eddie could hardly spare a glance at what as he was doing as he sawAnne-Marie's bright blue eyes watching him. She was moaning andsquealing at her indignities, her body a playground for two of theguys as Roscoe peeled the pantyhose from her braced legs. With amovement just as swift Joey opened his zipper, reached down and pulledout his cock, then grabbed Anne-Marie's left hand and guided it downto his erection. With no hesitation at all she began to stroke him toa further level of excitement as she continued staring towards Eddie.She knew she was in the power of a bunch of guys who were going out ofcontrol with lust, so the sooner they knew she was willinglysubmitting to a gang bang the less chance there was of her gettinghurt. Anyway, she was so sexed up now that she needed a fuck as muchas any of the guys did.

When Eddie pulled down his shorts to reveal himself Anne-Marie's mouthseemed to hang open wider in mute invitation, the pony tail below herhead jiggling slowly as she writhed around. Phil saw what she wasdoing to Joey and hastily opened his own pants so her other hand coulddo the same for him.

Eddie strode forward eagerly: "Hold them together while I tit fuckher."

The guys did as he wanted, helping him press the two soft mounds offlesh together as tightly as they could whilst his cock slipped intothe crevice between the hot slippery skin. As soon as his scrotum waspressed down on top of her he felt Anne-Marie lift up her head andstart to lick his balls. In response Eddie's inner thighs squeezedagainst her ears, holding her head in position as she tongued him.

To Anne-Marie it all seemed like a dream, that she was doing this fora guy in front of an audience. Not only doing it for him, but handworking two other cocks as well as she struggled for breath in thecrushing embrace of Eddie's legs. It seemed almost inconsequential nowthat the constriction the panty hose was gone from around her ankles,with nothing left on her body but her panties and jewelry. Anne-Mariemade another sign of her surrender by opening her legs as widely asshe could. Temporarily diverted, Phil - it must be Phil - rubbed hercunt vigorously through the thin material.

The woman screamed softly, leg muscles straining as they lifted her upon her toes towards the caresses, her exhaled breath blowing hardagainst the damp skin and bristly hairs pressed around her mouth.Eddie worked her breasts against his cock even more quickly, thenreleased her and stepped back. Gasping for breath, Anne-Marie wasastonished to find that none of the guys was hardly touching her. Thenshe heard the call tones of a cell phone and realized it was her ownphone which was ringing.

Eddie grabbed her pony tail and lifted her head up, then pushed her inthe back: "Lift her up. Put her on her feet."

Hauling on her arms they put her in a standing position beside thetable where she tottered uncertainly, vaguely trying to brush away theloose strands of hair around her eyes. Eddie picked up her phone fromthe belt of the discarded skirt.

"Joey, grab her ponytail, you other two hold her tits. If she saysjust one wrong word twist them off her." He handed Anne-Marie thephone, looking more than ever like a schoolboy playing some classroomjoke on her.

"Hello. . . hi, Mom."

The boys exchanged delighted grins at the receptionist's embarrassmentand began playing with her again. Marie-Anne shook her headdesperately as she tried to talk normally.

"Yes . . . everything's cool. Yes, I've got the tickets."

Eddie put a chair down directly in front of her and sat down in it.Anne-Marie's eyes bulged as she fought desperately not to let out thefrantic sounds bubbling up inside her quivering body. Then Eddiegripped her panties and flicked them down around her thighs in oneswift jerk.

The guys were loving it, laughing at her predicament. Even Philsnorted into the nipple he was chewing on. "Hey, Anne-Marie," Eddiewhispered loudly, "Does your Mom know you've got a muff like a furtrapper's hat?"

Her face was contorted with anger and excitement as she glared angrilyat him. He laughed, and twitched her panties lower and lower. It wasRoscoe who won the race to get the first finger inside her cunt.Others followed, front and back, smeared with cream and burrowing intoher. She arched her head, her teeth gritted, before she managed tospeak.

"Yes, there's some other people here, Mom, sorry it's noisy. It's justthe rest of the office having a little party here for me before Ileave."

The gleeful looks on the sales team's faces was beyond endurance, butso was what they were doing with her. Eddie was leaning back in theseat, carefully rolling a condom over his cock. He pointed to thecarpet and she gratefully went down on her knees in front of him.Released at last from the attentions of the rest of the gang, shetried to speak in something like a normal voice.

"Only a couple of drinks, Mom. Don't worry, I'm not driving."

She bobbed her head forward and vigorously sucked on the top ofEddie's cock, making sure he could feel her teeth. At least it mightinhibit him from saying anything else while she was listening to thecall. That she was doing all this in front of the rest of the guys wassomething she could no longer afford to think about.

"Yes, mom, everybody here is very friendly . . . " She wondered whatMom would say if she knew her daughter was about to start adoptinghoneymoon positions with a bunch of young studs. Somebody else pulledgently on her pony tail to get her attention and she turned her headto lap at another cock thrusting at her, bare and patterned withprominent veins.

"I'll catch the plane, Mom. . . see you - mmmmmm."

It was little Joey who was demanding her attention, a little guy withan erection that seemed far too big for him, and was out of control aswell as out of proportion. He jerked on her ear until she was facinghim, then pushed himself into her mouth and grabbing her behind thehead to keep her still as he jerked against her. He seemed as if hewanted to choke her as she struggled to back off enough to speakagain.

"Mom, mom, I'm sorry, I've got to go, somebody's coming . . ."

She switched off the phone, dropped it onto the carpet and submittedto Joey again in a bout of feverish submission until he grunted andemptied himself onto her tongue and into her throat. Anne-Mariecoughed and gasped as she swallowed some of the warm fluid, morestrands of it stretching out between her mouth and his cock to stickto her lips.

"Get her on the table again!" Eddie was shouting at the top of hisvoice.

Lifted up and thrown on her back on top of the table again, there wasno finesse this time. Phil and Roscoe each grabbed one of her barelegs and spread them upwards and wide apart as if she was on birthingstirrups. She put her hands behind her knees and grunted in delight asEddie finally took her, ramming himself as deep inside her as far ashe possibly could. She heard herself screeching out at the top of hervoice in satisfaction.

The truth was that she'd always been a noisy screw, and that was withjust one partner. With a whole gang of guys working on her she wastotally out of control and they knew it. She had her fingersoutstretched now, tightly gripping Roscoe's and Phil's restraininghands as Eddie leaned over to get the last possible millimeter ofpenetration. Anne-Marie moaned in approval and bucked underneath him,lifting her head up to lick the matted hairs on his chest. Then Eddiesuddenly seemed to move to a slightly different angle which pushed hiscock right up against her most sensitive spot and she went crazy,pinned down and screeching aloud in an explosive orgasm.

Even as Eddie finally withdrew she was rolled onto her stomach andtaken doggy style by one of the other boys. Somebody pushed a seatcushion underneath her hips to lift her up higher for the thrusts andshe whimpered her thanks and satisfaction.

"That's right, give the bitch the full works," somebody said. "Get upon your elbows, bitch, so we can see your tits sliding around on thetable."

She did as they wanted, flopping herself around on the smooth surfaceand honking like a feeding seal as fingers smeared with cream werejammed up her ass again at the same time as the huge cock continuedsplitting her pussy. Somehow she suddenly had a new partner who gaveher a few stabbing thrusts up her asshole before the other guy slippedinto her pussy again. She quickly came again in a spasm of pleasurethat set her buttock muscles quivering and her cunt clamped around hiscock until he'd finally finished with her. Then a hand was swingingdown and again on her flushed bottom with loud rhythmical smacks asshe squirmed helplessly under the blows.

"Get your fucking butt up high, bitch!"

Almost before she was settled in a new position her nails werescrabbling at the table top as she was taken from behind, no longerknowing or caring whose cock she was satisfying. Later again she foundherself lying across the table in her original position, her headhanging down as she sucked on Joey's hardening cock again with herlegs wrapped tightly around Phil's waist as he jumped her just asthoroughly as the others had done. As he worked away at her she clungonto Joey, only removing her mouth to scream out when Phil came intoher.

It was just afterwards that the door suddenly opened and a stockymiddle aged woman in a security guard's uniform walked into the roomswinging a bunch of keys in her hand. She looked calmly at the barebodies on and around the table and grinned. She had very brown skinand high cheekbones, like a Sioux squaw.

"Hi, Cyrene," Eddie said as he turned and walked towards her. Shenoticed the camera and monitor, still running and still recordingevery detail of the receptionist's ravishment. The security guard puta finger to her lips, then beckoned him up to the other end of theroom, well clear of the camera.

"Hello, Eddie," she said. "I guessed what was going on in here when Igot a phone call from Kansas from some mother worried that herdaughter was at an office party which was getting out of hand."

"Don't worry about that, honey, she's well in hand. In Joey's handsanyone."

Joey was the only salesman in the room who hadn't noticed the guard'sarrival. He was clutching Anne-Marie's tits as he frantically preparedto come in her mouth again. The other guys had stopped stroking andfingering her when the door opened, but were starting again as Eddieand the guard chatted, the woman apparently quite cool about the factthat she was the only one in the room with a stitch of clothing on. Infact she seemed very amused at the whole situation and about Eddie'sbrazen answer. What the sales team didn't know but were beginning tosuspect was that Eddie already knew the guard very well.

"You'll have to get her to phone home again, to let Mom know she's OK.The thing is, is your girl friend going to be pissed about all this -is she going to cause trouble?"

Eddie shook his head: "With that tape to send home to her folks? No,she's not going to complain."

"Jesus Christ, but that's a lot of woman you're fucking. I guess I'llhave to ask her if she's willing to be doing all you guys at once. ButI want to stay away from that camera."

"No problem. By the way, Cyrene, would you care to join us in a fuck?"

She reached forward and gently squeezed his cock. "Sorry, Eddie, Ihave to get back to work real soon."

"That's OK, Cyrene, but it would be nice if I could introduce you tothe others the same way. A little bit of icing on the cake is always atreat."

"Sure, why not?"

Anne-Marie suddenly realized she not being touched by anybody, notanywhere. Lifting herself up on elbows she stared around, still halfdazed, and then gaping at the security guard and the way she wascasually tugging on the guy's cocks as she was introduced. Even Joeyhad joined the end of the line, as surprised and sated as he was.

"Come here, Anne-Marie," Eddie ordered her.

Ashamed at her condition and her nakedness in front of the otherwoman, Anne-Marie had to do as he wanted. Eddie and the female guardwere facing each other now, his hands on her waist as both of hersstroked him slowly into a fresh arising. He pointed downwards. "Onyour knees."

Again, she obeyed, and the woman laughed: "These guys have sure gotyou well trained, honey. I guess you must like doing what you're toldto."

Anne-Marie's thighs were sticky, and so was her face, her hair wasfalling over her eyes and her breasts felt as if they'd been chewed upby a pack of wild dogs. It was also obvious that the woman in theuniform didn't care anything about any of that. As for the guys, theywere watching everything that the guard was doing to Eddie andobviously eager for some more of the same treatment for themselves.

"Had a phone call about you, Anne-Marie. Your mother thought you mightbe in some kind of trouble. Seems to me you're just enjoying yourselfthough. Seems to me you're getting a kick out of putting yourself outfor the guys in the office. Is that right?"

Eddie shrugged, grinned and grunted in satisfaction as she lowered herhands again and worked his foreskin back and forth.

"You've been around the block with all these guys already, haven'tyou, Ann-Marie? Been fucked four ways and ready for more, hey?"

She bowed her head and muttered: "Yes."

"Yeah, well it sure seems you've got some hard yards to do yet." Theguard giggled and looked down at Eddie's cock as it grew in her grip.

"Say, Eddie, I think maybe your girl ought to lick this nice and cleanfor you before you use it again. Anne-Marie, open wide, like a goodgirl."

Anne-Marie straightened her back, lifted up her head and opened herlips as the security officer deftly steered Eddie's cock between them.As soon as the woman's hands were free she slipped one of themunderneath Eddie's butt, tickling him affectionately behind the ballsas Anne-Marie licked his erection without any vestige of restraint.

"Listen, Eddie, talking of retirement funds, maybe we could do somebusiness here. There are a lot of guys in this building who'd like tostay behind after work for a little office party with a piece of asslike this one. They'd pay well for it. I can organize a lot of regularlittle work outs for her and we'll split the profit."

Anne-Marie made a singled choked protest before Eddie gripped her hairand pulled her mouth onto his cock. She swallowed him instantly, theroof of her mouth rubbing against the very tip of his cock as shewaited for his response. Cyrene chuckled and scratched him in a waythat jerked him forward and sent Anne-Marie rocking backwards on herhaunches.

"How about we dress her up in a uniform like mine and handcuff herbefore we let the guys have her?"

Eddie thought about that as Cyrene kept scratching her finger nailsalong his scrotum. Anne-Marie had stopped blowing him for a second,until a tug on her hair had set her in motion like a nodding clockworkdoll again. He felt himself starting to come again and grinnedhappily. "Yeah, why not? And leave her bent over a executive chair fora good paddling before they guys start stripping her off. Is that agood idea or what?"

Joey laughed, knelt down behind Anne-Marie and put his hand upunderneath her outstretched thighs. The other salesmen also got downand grabbed her tits again. Eddie began gasping with the beginning ofhis climax and Cyrene leaned around in front of him, french kissing ashe jerked deeply into Anne-Marie's mouth. In his mind was the feel ofa wooden handle in his hand, the tennis table bat hovering over twochairs and two up-raised bottoms, both curvy female asses displayedbetween a raised skirt and lowered panties. Each pair of buttocks borethe reddened marks of the bat - one of them was Anne-Marie's, theother was Cyrene's - and both the girls were calling out his name asthey writhed under his power, as he chose which one to punish andwhich to pleasure.

And that was exactly what he was going to do with both of them beforehe let Cyrene use the tape. Eddie chuckled to himself with glee asworked his tongue against Cyrene's and shot his wad deep intoAnne-Marie's throat - boy, was he on a roll.